Date: Wed, 14 Jan 1998 00:47:13 EST
From: EBayBarber
Subject: Fooling around with Jim
Fooling around with Jim
copyright 1998
A year or so after I was graduated from college, a fraternity brother and his
wife decided to have a bunch of us out to their house in the country for the
week-end. Jeff and Karen had a sprawling farmhouse, which they were gradually
fixing up. It was maybe four hours from the city where we had all gone to
school, and where many of us had found jobs.
That Saturday morning we all drove up; we being four or five of Jeff's
fraternity brothers, a couple of Karen's sorority sisters, and various
combinations of wives, husbands, girl- and boyfriends (no boyfriends of
fraternity brothers; this was the 70s, not the enlightened 90s). We spent the
day on the farm, swimming in the pond, throwing frisbees, catching up on the
latest gossip, drinking beer, smoking dope (this WAS the 70s, like I said).
Karen made a huge dinner, after which we sat around the fireplace, with
playing Uno and bridge replacing swimming and throwing frisbees-- we continued
to gossip, drink beer, and smoke dope.
Around midnight, the first of us starting drifting off to bed. Karen decided
I would get one of the guest rooms, since I hadn't brought a sleeping bag.
"You'll have to sleep with Jim in one bed," Karen told Jim and me, "Since
Kevin and Sharrie have the other guest room." Kevin and Sharrie had left the
room earlier in the evening; as we passed their guest room, we could hear them
going at it-- the bed making the usual squeaking noises.
I didn't mind sharing a bed with Jim; indeed, I wouldn't mind sharing more
than that with him! Jim was maybe 5'9" tall, and had what I can only describe
as a "wide" swimmer's body. Instead of a 28" waist and a 38" or 40" chest,
Jim had more of a 32" waist and a 42" or 44" chest. He had been, I knew, a
high school swimmer, and certainly had a well-developed set of lungs! Jim had
a mop of dirty-blond hair, nice eyes, and a sweet smile complete with dimples.
The last I had seen, a couple of years ago, he had almost no hair on his chest
or back. Between his legs, I had noticed in the fraternity house showers,
swung a 5 inch cock, soft, with maybe average balls. All in all, it was a
nice, albeit not great, package, one I would not getting to know better!
Jim and I dropped our stuff off in the guest room, then I went off to brush my
teeth. When I came back, Jim went off to the bathroom to do his own nightly
ablutions. When he came back, I was sitting on the edge of the bed taking off
my shoes and socks. Jim closed the door, and proceeded to do the same. We
undressed in silence; I guess we were-- momentarily-- gossipped out.
Jim took of his shirt, and I noted in passing that no additional hair had
grown on his chest, there was still just a few tufts between his tits, and a
small trail leading from his navel downward. His chest was still large, and
still tapered nicely to a still-covered waist. Jim took off his shorts, then
stood there in just his white cotton briefs. He stood watching me as I took
off my own shirt, and then stood up to step out of my shorts. Unlike Jim, I
wore bikini underwear, in some bright shade--red or blue-- I don't remember.
Jim looked like he wanted to ask me something, so I sat on the edge of the bed
for a couple of moments, waiting. Finally he asked, "Tell me, did you every
fool around?"
Not wanting to appear too eager to respond, I asked, "What do you mean, 'fool
around'?"
"You know," Jim continued, a little hesitantly, "When you were thirteen or
fourteen?"
"Of course I fooled around," I replied, as though EVERYBODY did it. "Didn't
you?" Then I added, "Why do you ask?"
Jim ignored that question, and asked, "What did you do?"
I replied, "You really want to know?"
I could almost see Jim doing a mental coin toss, and deciding to go for broke.
"Yes. What did you do?"
"Well, the first thing we'd do is lock the door," I said, then added, "So no
one would come in unexpectedly."
"Then what?" Jim asked.
"Well," I suggested, "Lock the door."
Jim looked at me, so I repeated, "That's the first thing you do. You lock the
door."
Jim walked over to the door, like he was about to jump off a cliff. I suspect
he was. "Quietly," I suggested, "So the people outside can't hear the lock
click."
Jim locked the door, quietly, then came back and stood there facing me. "Then
what did you do?" he asked.
"Well, then YOU say, 'I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours," I told him.
He looked at me. Then I guess the lightbulb went on and he figured out the
game. "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."
I replied, "Then I say, 'OK, but you go first.'" Jim stood there, so I added,
"Well, show me yours."
Jim slowly slipped his hands on either side of the waistband of his briefs,
and slowly slid them down and stepped out of them. I decided not to correct
him, that the rule was you only slid them down part-way, so you could cover
yourself up after "showing yours."
I sat there, looking at him for a couple of seconds, then reached over and
cupped his balls with one hand, and bounced them a couple of times. "Nice
package," I commented.
"Thanks," he said-- I guess his mother brought him up right, to thank someone
who complimented him.
Jim continued to stand there, naked, so I prompted, "Now you say, 'I showed
you mine. Now let's see yours.'"
Jim gulped, kind of, then said, "I showed you mine. Let's see yours."
I stood up, then pulled off my bikini briefs. I bent and picked them up, then
walked to my suitcase and deposited them in my dirty laundry bag. I then
walked back and stood there facing Jim, waiting to see what he would do. He
ran a finger down my chest, then through the thatch of pubic hair, then along
the top of my cock and off the tip. "It looks like you've been working out
since I saw you last. You're looking good," he said.
"Thanks," I said. "I have been working out, but it's a lot harder when you
start when you're 22, instead of in high school, like you."
Jim stood there, like he wasn't sure what to do. Finally he ventured, "Now
what?"
I replied, "Now YOU ask, 'Do you jack off?'"
"Do you jack off?" Jim obediently asked.
"Yes," I said. "Don't you?"
"Yes," Jim said.
I said, "Now YOU can ask something like, 'Have you ever had anyone jack you
off?'"
"Has anyone ever jacked you off?" Good, Jim was finally starting to put
things into his own words.
"Yeah, a couple of times," I said. Actually, more than a couple. And they'd
done a lot more than jack me off! Like suck and fuck me off! "How about you?
Has anyone ever jacked you off?"
"No," Jim replied.
"Now you ask, 'Have YOU every jacked anyone off?'"
"Have YOU every jacked anyone off?" Even the inflection was the same.
I replied, "Of course. That's how it's done. You do me and I do you." I
said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. It is-- if you're
queer-- and I didn't think Jim was. Just curious, probably.
Jim didn't pick up on the suggestion, so I said, "Now YOU say, 'I'll do you if
you do me."
Jim stood there for some seconds, thinking about it. Up until now he hadn't
"done" anything. Soon he'd be committed. I saw his cock starting to harden,
so I guess he had made up his mind. Or else his cock had made it up for him.
Finally he said-- almost whispering, :I'll do you if you do me."
I took pity on him, and decided to really take charge. I patted the bed next
to me, indicating he should sit down. He sat down next to me and, and sat
there. I reached over and put my hand around his throbbing organ. Jim was a
"grower" not a "show-er"; the 5 inches had grown into a nice 8 inches, a bit
more than the 7-1/2 inches which stood up from between my own legs. I worked
my hand up and down a couple of times, then sat there, doing nothing except
for holding onto Jim's cock.
Jim reached for my cock, then folded his hand around it. I guess he decided
it wasn't going to bite, at least not yet, because he began enthusiastically
jacking me off. Once he started doing me, I once again started working my
hand up and down his cock. I reached for Jim's balls with my other hand, and
started playing with them. After a few seconds, Jim followed suit and started
playing with mine. God I love it when someone plays with my balls!
I stopped playing with Jim's balls, and laid back on the bed. I continued
working on Jim as he sat there next to me and continued working on my cock. I
decided to see how far I could go, so I said, "Now YOU can say something like,
'God that feels good,' if you think it does."
Jim must have thought so, because he said, "God, it DOES feed good."
I agreed, "Yeah, you have a good hand. It feels great." After a pause I
suggested, "Now YOU say, 'You know what would feel even better?'"
I guess Jim was an enthusiastic player of the game, or maybe he still didn't
know what was coming, because he said, quite sincerely, "Do you know what
would feel even better?"
"No," I said, dripping innocence, "What?"
Jim didn't say anything, or do anything more than continue working on my cock
with his hand. I placed my hand between his shoulder blades, close to his
neck, and slowly pushed his head toward my cock. Jim didn't say a word as he
bent his head forward. He opened his mouth and slowly wrapped his lips around
my pulsing organ. He sucked for a few seconds, continuing to work my cock
with his hand.
Jim then sat up, kind of looking at my cock, looking scared, looking like he
wasn't sure what he had done. Hoping to keep him in the mood, I exclaimed,
"You're right! That feels great! Let ME do YOU!" I pulled Jim's shoulder
back, so that he was lying flat, with his legs hanging over the edge of the
bed. His cock pointed skyward.
Rather than just sitting up, bending over, and sucking, I scooted my body
around so that we were in a sixty-nine position. I twisted my body so my
mouth was just above Jim's rock-hard cock. I stuck out my tongue, the tip
just brushing the pearly drop of pre-cum which glistened at the tip of Jim's
cock. Then I bent forward and inhaled Jim's cock into my mouth.
Now, I'm a good cock sucker, but in that awkward position I could only get the
first three or four inches of Jim's cock into my mouth. I worked my mouth up
and down a few times, then decided I wanted more. I put one hand on Jim's
ass, and pulled him onto his side as I rolled back. I was still sucking on
his cock as we laid there on our sides facing each other, only now my own cock
was but inches from Jim's mouth.
Jim leaned forward, took hold of my cock, and guided my cock into his mouth.
Since I was now in a better position, I could take more of Jim's cock into my
mouth, so I did. I sucked and swallowed and soon found Jim's pubic hairs
tickling my nose, most all of Jim's eight inches filling my mouth.
Jim tried to imitate me, sucking deeply. Suddenly he pulled my cock out of my
mouth, and lay there coughing and gasping. It takes practice to suck an
entire cock down one's throat! After a minute or so, Jim finally caught his
breath and once again attacked my cock. This time he took only two or three
inches in, then starting running his tongue round the head of my cock. I just
about went wild! I reciprocated, alternately sucking Jim's cock down to the
root and pulling it out almost all the way, then running my tongue round the
head of HIS cock.
After a few minutes, I pulled Jim's cock totally out of my mouth. Jim stopped
his own sucking, pausing to see what I did next. I moved my head forward,
running my tongue down the underside of Jim's cock 'til I reached his balls.
I opened my mouth widely and took them both in. I sat there sucking and
running my tongue over and around them. I could see the pre-cum starting to
flow, so I stopped to lick it up.
In the meantime, Jim started sucking on my balls. My balls are quite large,
and cleverly Jim decided to suck on them one at a time. He ran the tip of his
tongue over one of my balls, just barely touching and tingling it. After
playing with that one for a while, he did the same to the other balls. Tiring
of THAT game, he starting sucking on my cock.
I gave up on his balls and likewise started sucking again. In unison we
sucked and tongued. I played with Jim's balls as I sucked, and he started
pulling and kneading on mine. I could feel his balls pulling up, and knew he
was close. I was close, also. Suddenly I could feel the first spurts of cum
erupting from Jim's cock. He thrust his hips forward, driving his cock yet
deeper into my mouth.
The touch of his cock way down my throat set me off. I tightened my hips and
tried desperately to slow down my spurting, knowing Jim could never keep up
with my regular gushing flow of sperm. Jim swallowed gamely, keeping up; when
we looked later there was nary a drop of my cum on the sheets. I knew I
swallowed every drop of Jim's nectar.
Finally we both laid there, spent. After a moment, Jim looked up my body and
asked, "Now, what?
I looked at Jim's cock in my hand and said, "Well, first we make sure we've
gotten everything." With that I squeezed Jim's cock and started moving my
hand up and down, coaxing out those last few drops of cum. Jim did the same
to me. When Jim's efforts produced no more from my poor, spent balls, he once
again asked, "Now?"
I stood up and said, "Now we get ready for bed. We'd better put something on;
we don't want anyone to get any ideas." I went to my suitcase and pulled out
a pair of shorts, and put them on. Jim got out of bed and pulled on his
underwear.
I moved over to the door as Jim crawled into bed and pulled up the covers. I
quietly unlocked the door, then turned out the lights and walked toward the
bed. I got in, only bumping Jim once or twice. Lying next to him, I said,
after a moment, "Good night. Sleep tight."
Jim turned his head toward where I was lying in the dark and said, "Good
night." Then he surprised be by adding, "Thanks." With that sentiment to
think about, I rolled over and tried to get to sleep.